It was ten minutes after my getting to HQ that I realized that Ashley wasn't at HQ.
Just as I was starting to panic, I received a text telling me that Ashley had harassed and stolen from the janitorial staff and to get my ass to the third floor because I was the only one allowed to discipline her.
When I found Ashley... She was dusting. A duster in each hand and a third grasped in her tail. She was wearing a proper and, rather cute, maid outfit... Over her superhero costume. And she was dusting.
I blinked. "What are you doing?"
"This place is filthy," Ashley explained. "I don't know what they're paying the janitorial staff for but it's not this." There was a very noticeable difference in the places where Ashley had dusted and the places she hadn't yet. "It's a health hazard. Someone could have asthma or a dust allergy and then the PRT would be responsible. It's a disgusting disregard for basic hygiene or concern for other people's well being."
"...And?" I prompted.
"..And it's an excuse to try out my maid cosplay," Ashley admitted. "But my point stands."
"Did you hurt anyone to get the dusters?"
"I think I might have hurt the head janitor's feelings when I yelled at him for his staff never dusting, but other than that, no."
"And you're going to give them back when you're done?"
"What else would I do with them?"
"Carry on then."
I went back to HQ and, decided that if they weren't going to call me for active duty I'd use the time to finish some homework. I texted back that Ashley did nothing wrong and that they should get on the janitorial staff for not dusting, citing her points.